When I was lost, You came for me. You knew I was missing. Your heart would never beat the same when I was scattered among the wolves. I could have been carried off to some strange and distant land. I could have been torn to pieces. But You searched Your heart for that darkened light. You felt my wandering, and You could never go on without me. So You came out from Your heavenly throne, and You threw down Your love. You surrounded my hopeless path with a glorious display of peace. How is it I could be so lost, so cold, so empty, so battered, yet know my King is coming for me? You shepherd me. Without me, Your heart sputters on in anticipation. You entice me to come home. Never with a forceful hand, You pull me close. You call my name. You never waiver. The space You have set aside for me holds the stillest air, and You seek the breeze that You say comes only from me. Finally, I hear You. I feel You. I see You. What is this warmth I feel? It feels like coming home. Could it be tha